My journey in the Elder Scrolls started with Morrowind. My character was a Bosmer rouge, Hohni, hence the username. I later started playing Skyrim. One day I was browsing the internet and found this miracle. A little back I started Oblivion. After a long time in the dark, I made my account.
Entry 561: This morning I think I heard Azura telling me to save Morrowind, but it might of been a dream. Last night they fed Jiub and I stale Greef and rock hard bread. When Jiub woke me up he told me, "not even last nights storm could wake you." He then asked me my name for the one billionth time. He told me we reached Morrowind. He was sure they would let us go. I think the guard is coming, better wrap up. Entry 562: The fresh air. That is a delicacy I have missed. It's been a couple of hours since I was let free. The census and excus dude looked at my papers and asked me a few questions determining if I was free to go. He barely let me go, but I don't think Jiub was as lucky. The census and excus dude told me to go to the dude in the other building. He should have checked his pockets though because I got a nice cache of septims and a ring of healing. I went into the next building and the captain dude finalized my freedom. He also told me to write the events of my little adventure down so that I can tell all of my buddies in Cyrodiil about my adventures. Before I left, he gave me a little gold to take a package to this Cassius dude. I asked him why, but he knew just as much as I did. Entry 563: I have not written in this journal for years. I got in a little trouble with the Thieves Guild and now the Imperials are chasing me. I better cast that deep sleep spell on myself after making it to the border.
Ow. That's all I can think. I just got caught trying to sneak into Skyrim after my spell broke. Now I'm in a carriage with a couple of Nords who call themselves Stormcloaks. Wait, is that a city!? Freedom!!! Now all I can see is a chopping block with a Nord head in a basket below me. I'm going to die!
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